Wonder

very big arms on Mom to keep her down in the bed. They were
practically fighting, because Mom was hysterical and the farting nurse
was yelling at her to stay calm, and then they both started screaming
for the doctor. But guess what? He had fainted! Right on the floor! So
when the farting nurse saw that he had fainted, she started pushing
him with her foot to get him to wake up, yelling at him the whole
time: “What kind of doctor are you? What kind of doctor are you? Get
up! Get up!” And then all of a sudden she let out the biggest, loudest,
smelliest fart in the history of farts. Mom thinks it was actually the
fart that finally woke the doctor up. Anyway, when Mom tells this
story, she acts out all the parts—including the farting noises—and it
is so, so, so, so funny!
Mom says the farting nurse turned out to be a very nice woman.
She stayed with Mom the whole time. Didn’t leave her side even after
Dad came back and the doctors told them how sick I was. Mom
remembers exactly what the nurse whispered in her ear when the
doctor told her I probably wouldn’t live through the night: “Everyone
born of God overcometh the world.” And the next day, after I had
lived through the night, it was that nurse who held Mom’s hand when
they brought her to meet me for the first time.
Mom says by then they had told her all about me. She had been
preparing herself for the seeing of me. But she says that when she
looked down into my tiny mushed-up face for the first time, all she
could see was how pretty my eyes were.
Mom is beautiful, by the way. And Dad is handsome. Via is pretty.
In case you were wondering.